Ain’t it just like the night….

I lay in bed feeling drained.

A great day, when things went so well, had ended in an argument.

My phone was bathing the room in soft light as I lay back. We had fought about my not giving Kitten what she needs, my selfishness, my control freakery, and she threatened to leave, to tear up our marriage certificate and to walk out. She took off her rings, and asked me to do the same. In my inimitable, controlling way, I inevitably refused.

I feel I always just miss the point, yet I know the point is there.

We talked, argued, and sat in silence – then talked and argued again, as the numbers tripped over deeper and deeper into the night and until we both ran out of energy and things to say. It was as if the reservoir had been drained dry, a weight lifted.

We are two strong forces – each with our own reasons for our strengths, and each gaining strength from the other, yet because we need each other so much it sometimes seems to spill over into a fight – as if we know we can be better than we are for each other, and find that frustrating.

Christ, the things we have been through to get here, most people never experience in the whole lives.

We finally touched, fell together, held each other, explored each other and made love ... then slept, Kittens head resting on my chest.